David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 4,678 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

David Lewis Paget Poems

1001. Whispering Walls 3/21/2016
1002. White Horses 9/18/2005
1003. Who Cares? 9/30/2005
1004. Why Does My Faith... 10/23/2007
1005. Widdershins 6/20/2012
1006. Winter Comes... 3/15/2008
1007. Woman 3/30/2008
1008. Woman In Black 11/4/2012
1009. Woman In Child 9/18/2005
1010. Woman Of Stone 3/15/2012
1011. Wood Men 1/25/2013
1012. Words 9/30/2005
1013. Would He Even Know Me Now? 3/4/2008
1014. Wrong Mountain! 12/18/2014
1015. Wry! 11/6/2009
1016. Www. 6/9/2008
1017. Wych Elm 9/18/2005
1018. Yellow Moss -new- 8/15/2016
1019. Yesterdays Lost 2/11/2013
1020. Yggdrasil 10/27/2009
1021. You Can'T Come In! 7/17/2014
1022. You Can'T Go Out Today! 10/4/2013
1023. You Were Only Talking... 2/22/2008
1024. You'Ve Got Magic! 4/30/2009
1025. Zanzibar! 12/14/2014
1026. Zombie 4/13/2013
1027. Zorga's Gate 7/27/2013
Best Poem of David Lewis Paget

Swan Song

Her hair was as black as a starling's tail,
Her cheeks as pale as a swan,
Her eyes, like two slim moonstones, glowed
And her mouth was the Holy Grail.
She'd played in the dirt of the village street
So long ago, so long...
She'd swum in the pools of the mountain stream,
But now, that girl had gone.

While I still rise with the early bird
To tend to my father's fields,
As the only son of an only son
I watched the woman leave.
She cried sweet tears as she said farewell
And vowed to come back, and soon,
But the village streets of a western ...

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‘I died early, ’ said the Spirit,
‘So I didn’t have the chance to learn,
And though I don’t exactly burn
With envy for your thirty years,
It’s such a pity dying young,
The pleasures of a youth, unsung…
For all I left behind of me
Were memories of my mother’s pain
In birth and death,

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